My excuses have always been about a man.
The reason I haven’t reached as far as I can, I must admit has been about a man.
Well, back at the beginning it was my step dad and my real dad
One I didn’t see and one I wished would go to hell
And I used that as my reason to constantly look for love in the arms of someone who
or that I couldn’t stand….
I lead my life at the whim of a man.
Sometimes I loved him sometimes I just can’t, but I used him anyway some man.
I fell in love a million times with the boy outside my reach
either he didn’t like me had a girl or knew how wrong it would be
And finally i married a man who hadn’t even asked
he had been a whore and drunk like his dad
But I looked right past
I’ve given my freedom up to any man
None of them really ever forced my hand
I couldn’t stand myself, so I took on a man..
So Now, finally I want to be free
single as I can be
focusing solely on me
But that is a fantasy
because I have one more thing I must do…
I must be,
I have a man.
He’s only 12 but he is still a man
I have to do whatever it is I can, to protect my little man
from the harsh realities of the world hopefully he can stand
on his own two and a respectable man
and he wont run into the arms of a sad girl like me,
Oh a man.
It never ends It never ends again
I live my life for just one more man
one more man, indeed.